He poured into my cup,
I thirst him ever since
I am known for invading thoughts,
but I can't seem to get him out of my head
I see him when my eyes open
I see him when my eyes close
I hear him I feel him
I feel his presence even in his absence
I knew his body before knowing his heart
But I saw his soul from the very start
Precognition of how life could be Looking up to Heaven,
"Lord please let me sleep."
My mind, body, and soul,
he is who they want
I would follow him blindly
He speak to the brokenness within me
Within him is something I need
Yet, my pride will not let me confess,
I miss him
My insecurities are too afraid that he does not feel the same
My wounds yell,
"Caution! For he may scar you too."
When I look into those brown eyes,
I feel no doubt,
only reassurance
He poured into my cup, I thirst him ever since.